My Arms Can Turn into Blades

Chapter 543 - 41: Celestial Thunder

So the only possibility he could think of was that someone had betrayed them, and then, just like moments ago, he was caught off guard, directly faced with hundreds of Celestial Punishment Weapons aimed at him all at once... Chen Lusi, who had recently appeared in the Russian Orthodox Church and was the controller of specially-made Celestial Punishment Weapons, was here too, proving this point!

"Idiot!"

Tang Language had no intention of answering questions, glanced at Chen Lusi standing quietly in place, and then pounced at Hank Machado again, with momentum beginning to rise.

...Star-picking!

Crack—

Accompanied by the emergence of the fox phantom.

Hank Machado’s vision went black again.

Tang Language flew forward, the red eyes with a demonic vertical pupil fixated on Hank Machado’s heart.

Swoosh—

Tang Language’s right arm suddenly straightened, instantly arriving, with fingers together, thrusting towards Hank Machado’s heart.

But in the state under Star-picking, Hank Machado seemed capable of seeing, spinning his body, and with the right arm paying with a piece of flesh, narrowly dodged it.

Tang Language furrowed her delicate brows tightly, suddenly turning her head.

And on the ground.

The local Empowerers of Lu City had also noticed Hank Machado and Tang Language, each raising their heads.

Chen Lusi turned to look behind... seeing that Hank Machado’s so-called Spring of Faith had already stood up from the ground.

At this moment, his so-called Spring of Faith had suddenly grown taller, becoming like a Slender Ghost Shadow, blankly looking up at Tang Language in the sky.

"Tang Language."

Chen Lusi immediately reminded.

"..."

Tang Language actually noticed that Hank Machado’s Spring of Faith had stood up, seemingly also becoming the eyes of his main body.

But she did not care about it; instead, after weighing her options, she rapidly dove close to Hank Machado’s main body again.

If the main body doesn’t disappear, who knows how many Slender Ghost Shadows his Authority Ability can create, she cannot be led by the nose.

Hank Machado watched Tang Language, with a dragging fox tail phantom, appearing in front of him in the blink of an eye, seeing there was nowhere to avoid... directly choosing to close his eyes.

Splurch—

Tang Language’s pale arm pierced through, directly passing through Hank Machado’s body.

"Ha... I don’t know exactly where the problem occurred, or who leaked the information to you... I admit this failure, I indeed did not foresee this outcome. But it’s not because you are so formidable, it’s not because you defeated me, remember that point."

Hank Machado’s voice sounded again.

But it was not from in front of Tang Language, but from... the ground.

On the ground.

Hank Machado appeared at the location of his Spring of Faith, breathing heavily, his face twisted as he said, "What a pity, I don’t have the chance to personally judge the heretic traitor who betrayed us, truly a terrible thing to say."

However... though there’s no opportunity to judge the traitor, perhaps I can still give your Celestial Strategy Mansion a final gift!"

Tang Language heard Hank Machado’s voice and found that her arm had merely pierced a Slender Ghost Shadow, quickly realized, and immediately dove down.

At the same time.

Hank Machado also moved.

He raised his hand, spread his five fingers, aimed at Chen Lusi.

And beside Chen Lusi, dozens of Slender Ghost Shadows suddenly emerged, each reaching out, tightly gripping him.

Simultaneously.

Hank Machado pulled out a piece of sheepskin paper, stepped onto the sandy ground, suddenly accelerated, and charged directly at Chen Lusi.

"Since you are here! At least make you suffer some losses, right? The creator of the legendary Celestial Punishment Weapon! ...Come see the Lord with me!!!"

Hank Machado, staring at Chen Lusi, the rumored creator of the Celestial Punishment Weapon, his face showed a mad look, holding the sheepskin paper, began chanting excitedly: "Lord—"

People are so strange.

When there is hope, they are timid as mice, cling to life above all else.

But when there’s no hope, when that bubble of hope is burst, they become brave again.

Even, consider the interests of the Church, preparing to drag Chen Lusi, the rumored important figure of Celestial Strategy Mansion, down with them before dying.

The change is so swift.

It is truly eye-opening.

Anyway, for Chen Lusi, this was indeed a novel experience.

He stayed still, watching Hank Machado rapidly approach.

Hank Machado looked at Chen Lusi, seemingly terrified out of his wits, a frenzied smile on his face grew.

But at this moment.

Wu You suddenly flashed out, stepping in front of Chen Lusi: "Heart Sound Reflection!!!"

"..."

Hank Machado’s expression instantly turned dazed.

But the process lasted very briefly.

Not even a second.

Hank Machado returned to his senses, then snarled: "I am an officer of the Inquisition... to exert mind control on me? Do you deserve it? Presumptuous!"

Just as the words fell.

Several Slender Ghost Shadows appeared instantly by Wu You’s side, pinning him down to the ground.

Immediately after, Hank Machado smoothly approached right in front of Chen Lusi.

He looked at Chen Lusi, motionless as if indeed frightened out of his wits, showing him a frenzied smile, lifted the sheepskin paper, and chanted in an exalted voice, as if judging the world: "Judgment... shall come!"

"Dismantling."

And in response, was a voice as cold as seawater.

Bang—

The inferior Holy Light-like glow... exploded instantly.

Hank Machado’s face of frenzy and excitement suddenly froze.

He looked at the exploding sheepskin paper in his hand, pupils contracted abruptly, and then trembled frantically.

The string in his mind broke directly.

Dumbfounded.

Chen Lusi broke free from the grip of the Slender Ghost Shadows, glanced at Wu You on the ground, extended his right hand, and grabbed Hank Machado by the throat, directly lifting him up.

"...Using sheepskin paper on me? Do you deserve it? Presumptuous."

At the same time.

Poof—

Hank Machado thrust his chest out abruptly, his eyes bulged forward, letting out a painful muffled groan.

Drip—

A droplet of blue blood slowly dripped down, quickly soaking into the gravel.

Tang Language appeared behind Hank Machado, her arm piercing through his chest, while her pale hand... clutched his beating heart.

"..."

Hank Machado lowered his head, glancing at the arm piercing through from his chest, then slowly lifted his head, looking at Chen Lusi silently gripping his throat, slightly opening his mouth, like a suffocating fish.

Just after seeing the situation on the beach.

He thought of many possibilities.

Almost all possibilities... he had thought of them.

But most possibilities, he felt unrealistic and could not explain so many oddities.

So, he felt the greatest possibility was that someone in the Roman Catholic Church leaked, causing the current situation.

However, upon witnessing the exploding sheepskin paper, Hank Machado suddenly realized... he might have been wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Perhaps, no one leaked at all.

He... seemed to have played the clown once more, a damn ridiculous clown.

However.

He still couldn’t figure it out.

Couldn’t understand!

He... wasn’t worthy?!

The sheepskin paper... exploded?!

"You..."

Hank Machado widened his eyes, trembling, spat out a word, then suddenly raised his voice, using his remaining strength, screamed miserably: "...What did you do!! How is this possible!!!"

Chen Lusi calmly looked at him, saying nothing.

On the other side.

Tang Language also paid no mind to Hank Machado, realizing something the moment Chen Lusi used Dismantling, lifted her head abruptly looked at the sky, then with a touch of fear: "Chen Lusi, quickly look at the sky!"

Chen Lusi slowly raised his head, looking up.

Unbeknownst to him.

The sky had become dark with dense clouds, countless lightning bolts traversing through the clouds.

It seemed... brewing and accumulating something!